Genma didn't rush. He strolled down the staircase with calm, hands buried in his pockets, following the sound of the crash.
He found Masami in the kitchen. She was wearing an apron, standing completely frozen. Her hands were suspended in mid-air, her eyes blinking rapidly at the shattered remains of a glass bottle on the floor.
Genma leaned against the wall, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.
Yeah, I guess she's trying to cook. Even though she's never made anything in her life.
"Hey, Masami," he called out.
Masami whipped her head around. "Mmm?"
"You're trying to make something, right?"
"Yes..." She turned fully, placing her hands on her hips. "What's up with that? Do you think I can't cook, big brother?"
"Yes," Genma said flatly.
Masami pouted, letting out a dramatic wail. "Ughhh! Big brother, you went too straight! At least you could have been nice, you know!"
Genma chuckled. He walked over and patted her head. He tried to bend down to clean the glass, but Masami grabbed his shoulders, holding him back.
"What's the problem?" Genma asked.
"No," Masami said, a proud smirk spreading across her face. "You've been training, but I've been training too. I want you to see the fruits of my training with Selene-sensei."
Genma blinked. "Eeerm... ok."
Masami closed her eyes. She raised her hand gracefully.
The shattered pieces of glass on the floor began to tremble. Then, they floated upward, suspending in mid-air. Genma's mouth opened slightly as he watched.
Masami pushed her palm toward the broken shards. The pieces spun, clicking and fusing back together until they formed the perfect, transparent bottle again—safe for a few faint, hairline cracks.
Genma was genuinely impressed. "Well done, Masami. I see exactly what you mean."
"See?" Masami beamed. "You weren't the only one training, you know. I did it for Miyuri, big brother."
Genma's smirk softened. "Yeah. For Miyuri."
He turned toward the staircase. "Zenith-sensei said he had something to teach me, so I'm going to study that book Tanaka-sensei gave me."
"Alright, brother. But if you need food, the fridge is available, okay?" Masami guided the bottle into the trash bin with a flick of her wrist.
"Ok, but I don't really think I'm hun—"
GRRRMMBL.
Genma froze on the stairs. Masami crossed her arms, her smirk returning.
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Genma turned clockwise to the fridge, holding his stomach. "Maybe some milk and cookies will help."
He opened the fridge, and a cloud of cold steam billowed out. Grabbing a glass of milk and a box of cookies, he headed up to his room.
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He lay on his bed in a plain white T-shirt and pants, the textbook propped open on his chest. He took a bite of a cookie, dipped it in the milk, and scanned the pages.
He stopped at an illustration detailing how Force Youjutsu manifests.
To apply Force Youjutsu, the sorcerer has tol control and emit Pneuma or Nyx.
For Repulsion, Pneuma must be flashed out with control. If the caster can't control it, their body will also be repelled.
For Attraction, the caster's Pneuma has to be emitted into the surrounding area to attract anything in their radius.
Is it that easy? Genma thought, raising an eyebrow. Well, for me at least, with Gemini and my comprehension speed.
He flipped the page.
Note, badass: If Pneuma is leaked or emitted too much, Genju and other corrupt forces can absorb it. High tiers can even corrupt it.
Genma snorted. "Well, for a textbook, it does have some profanity. I wonder who wrote this?"
He turned the book over to look at the back.
Written by the Honored King of Youjutsu, Zenith.
"HUHHHHH?! SO ZENITH HAD TIME TO WRITE THIS?!" Genma bolted upright, staring at the book. "Well, I guess that explains why it's written like a text message."
He kept reading, but his eyes drifted to the side. A simple pen sat on the table next to the wall.
Why don't I try it? Just follow the steps.
Genma placed the book down. He took a deep breath and glanced at the pen.
Leak Pneuma.
Genma stretched his hand. Through his blindfold, Gemini flared to life. He could see his Pneuma leaking out, a faint blue mist spreading across the room, reaching the pen and the wall.
Control it.
The Pneuma wrapped around the pen.
Pull it to attract.
Genma curled his middle fingers,leaving the index and middle fingers extended sideways.
FUUUM.
The pen shot off the table, flying horizontally across the room and facing Genma's palm perfectly .
He stared at it, a thrill rushing through his chest.
I did it. This is just like Masami's telekinesis.
Genma raised his palm. The pen ascended. He lowered his palm. The pen descended.
Great. It feels like basic sorcery. Now, repulsion.
Genma narrowed his eyes. He focused on the pen, veins bulging in his arm as he flashed the Pneuma outward.
PAAW!
The pen blasted out of his hand and smashed into the wall so hard it left a small crater.
Downstairs, Masami looked up from her own textbook. "Uh?"
Genma stared at his hand, a wide grin breaking across his face.
Now let's try a bigger object.
He giggled. He raised his hand toward the table. The table hovered.
Good.
He looked right, eyeing the cabinet, the wardrobe, and the window. He lifted his hand, and all three pieces of heavy furniture rose into the air.
Now... to try that hand posture.
Genma clutched his hands together, leaving only his two middle fingers extended upward.
The three pieces of furniture began to rotate clockwise. Then, they sped up. A violent wind erupted in the bedroom, whipping Genma's white hair upward. Books, pens, and papers were sucked into the high-speed vortex.
It was getting out of control. But Genma just smirked. Lightning crackled along the windy rotation. Even the bed began to lift off the floor.
At lightning speed, Genma dropped his hands and leaped off the bed, watching the storm of furniture spin.
Masami crested the staircase and froze. "Big bro... BIG BROTHER!"
Genma turned, his focus breaking. He dropped his arms.
The furniture stopped spinning, but immediately began to plummet.
"AH!" Masami threw her hands out, her pink Pneuma catching the falling table, wardrobe, and cabinet. She lowered them gently to the floor, her eyes wide.
She turned to the table, then to the crater in the wall. "Brotherrr..."
"Sorry, Masami!" Genma scratched the back of his head. "But don't you think what I was doing was cool?"
Masami stared at him. "What do you mean...?"
"Just look. I even have a name for them."
"Them?"
Genma stretched his hand toward the pen on the floor.
"CLUTCH."
The pen zipped through the air, resting into his palm. Masami's eyes went wide. Is that telekinesis? And he's doing it so easily.
"Okay, I see, big brother, but—"
"Wait. Check this out."
Genma released the pen, keeping it hovering in front of him.
"PULSE."
PAAW!
The pen fired like a bullet, shooting directly through the crater it had made earlier, piercing into the next room. Vapor hissed from the hole in the wall. Masami flinched.
Wow, she thought, staring at her brother. A hole from a pen? And there's vapor coming out. Big brother just keeps being awesome.
"That was cool, big brother," she said. "But... what does this really mean?"
Genma smiled, but then paused. He looked away.
Hmmm.
Genma thought for some seconds, brainstorming.
That's it.
He snapped his fingers.
"Aha!"
If I infused lightning into Pulse, it could create a negative charge. And Clutch could create a biased positive charge. That gives me two new abilities... maybe.
Masami smiled at him. "Big brother, I think we both need some rest, don't you think?"
Genma looked at her. "Yeah, you're right. Get to bed, Masami. I'll do the same. It's getting late."
That's the big brother I know, Masami thought. Still acting mature.
She yawned. "Goodnight, big brother."
"Goodnight, Masami."
Masami headed downstairs. Using a flick of telekinesis, Genma set his bed back in place. He laid down, staring at the ceiling.
Tomorrow's gonna be a big day. The day before my exam. I've only been here for two days, but it feels like four days on Earth. So much has happened.
Genma's brain rested.
At least I developed Pulse and Clutch. Anyway, I need rest for tomorrow's training.
Genma closed his eyes and slept peacefully.
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The next day, the rooster crowed.
CRASH!
The glass of his window shattered into pieces.
"WAKY! WAKY!"
A familiar, badass voice disturbed through the morning peace.